Traces of life fallen into a spiral death trap,
embalming the vanity of mankind with pleasure.
Take away these modes of pain,
drown this evil method of sleep.
Send this heart away to a burning field of confusion,
arrest a tired soul that collapses like a roman pillar.
Shift the eyes to a shiny new God,
sing a dying ballad of love to him.
Place a stone mask upon the aged face of time,
torn down to be thrown away in a new era of electronic personalities.
Emotional attachment fades away as a train of denial derails,
tonight the world dies alone.
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©2008 Mike Sawyer
